[Jack isn't used to physical contact that doesn't come in the form of lead pipe to the face, either. If it hadn't been for the sudden compulsion (and boy was he susceptible to compulsions) he would not have dared to touch Chell. Or anyone, really.

He jerks back when she does and meets her wide-eyed stare of confusion with one of his own. He stands his ground when she leans in again, mostly certain that she doesn't plan to rip his lips off with her teeth and... oh.

My. But isn't that nice?

Jack touches his lips when she pulls away that second time and a small, shy smile spreads across his face.

He tilts his head a fraction and leans in just a bit. Yes, she is doing it right and can they do it again?]